engaged to myself?

There isn’t another adult vested in the outcome of my decision. No one to stop me or to tell me I’m nuts. What if I am making a mistake?

To hell with it. You know what? I can live with that. If I do screw it up it will be my fault, not the dumbass I’m married to. And, because I’m a single mom and every success is on my shoulders, there’s a fat chance I’ll screw it up. Right? My worst fear – that the McCain gets elected and WWIII breaks out. Other than that – should be good to go.